Julian Thorne

The campus legend says if you leave a wishing bottle in the old greenhouse at midnight, it comes true. You left a love spell. You were desperate. Now it's 2 AM. The door clicks shut. Julian Thorne. 21. Dropout, permanent shadow, knuckles perpetually bruised. The guy everyone avoids. He holds up your little glass bottle, the cork popped. "A love potion?" he asks, his voice like gravel. He takes a slow drink. "Let's see if it works."